There's always a place,

With just enough air and just enough space.

That a child might go to feel a breeze,

Hold out arms, folding back sleeves.

Wondering what it's like to feel wings,

And knowing why the bird sings.  

The sky so vibrant, so blue,

I want to fly, daddy, just like you.

You never came home, why not?

Why was it that when you lie in that box you don't feel so hot?

Mommy cries.

Sissy tells herself lies.

And I know you can fly,

So why can't I? 

So here I am standing,

Above everyone, on the 18th landing.

Mommy's sleeping,

Sissy's weeping.

And I see you

Flying beside me in the sky so blue.

You say go back,

I see you with wings that I lack. 

I ask you why you left, just why,

I tell you not to tell me a lie. 

You sigh and tell me it was your end,

And time was something no one can lend.

I tell you they miss you,

And how I miss you too.

You nod, say I know, 

Repeating yourself that I must go.

I hadn't notice how close I had inched towards the ledge, 

I topple, I toppled clear over the edge.

You shout, I scream, 

I kept telling myself it was only a dream.

Here I am once again.

Mommy's crying,

Sissy's lying.

You tell me it's time to leave. 

I'm crying while wiping my tears on my sleeve. 

And flying beside you, I do. 

I want to fly, daddy, just like you.